Do you see what time it is? It's nearly eleven in the morning. I've been up and about since before five, and I'm only now beginning to log this post.
What have I been doing all this time, you ask? I've been digging myself out of the depths of Google Reader is what I've been doing.
I noticed yesterday when I got onto the Internets that I had 833 "news" articles waiting for me to read. Today, there were 972! There have been times when I've had even more. This is ridiculous.
I mean, how many opinions can there be about the possibility that the Pope may have been a pedophile enabler? Think about it. Isn't being a pedophile enabler a bad thing? That's the only opinion anyone should have, and every article and blog post I read held it. Get together people, select one person to write the article, and all of you sign your names to it.
Now, here in town, there is a big news story developing about systemic dysfunction in the ranks of the New Orleans Police Department. It seems some of our finest may have murdered innocent civilians in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. You'd think there could be no more than one opinion about a thing as horrific as this, but if you read the comments to the various articles appearing on the Times-Picayune's website, you'd be surprised that many people hold onto a different belief that these officers were well within their rights to mow down unarmed people in the baking sun. Listen up, you idiots. You're wrong. Now shut the fuck up.
On a lighter note (not to belabor a cliche), the NOLA Blogging Community (talk about your cliches) is getting riled up over the local production of the HBO television series Treme. You see, the crews are moving into their neighborhoods and disrupting their lives, making it difficult to find places to park. Try living in the Quarter. You know, the Quarter, where you all like to come and play and take up spaces in the residential parking areas so I can't find a place to leave my own damn car.
Not only are they upset with the production crews, they're now deciding the series won't be any good. Ladies and gentlemen, let's wait until it's broadcast. Then we can give it a look-see and make what might be called, for want of a better term, an informed decision.
Sorry for all the hate this morning, but cut me some slack. If you had to read through what I've had to read through, you'd be full of piss and vinegar, too.
Thank you. I'm feeling better already.
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